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The All Blacks (Photo: Charles McQuillan / Getty Images)
The All Blacks (Photo: Charles McQuillan / Getty Images)

SportsMay 9, 2020

Rugby Unwrapped: How NZ rugby needs to change to survive (WATCH)

The All Blacks (Photo: Charles McQuillan / Getty Images)
The All Blacks (Photo: Charles McQuillan / Getty Images)

In the first of a wide-ranging three-part series looking at the state of rugby in New Zealand, Scotty Stevenson asks where the sport is at, where is it going and how will we get there?

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Find the other episodes in the series here.

Like almost every sector in New Zealand, rugby has had its problems thrown into sharp relief by Covid-19. Even before the pandemic stopped the season in its tracks, New Zealand Rugby was facing a raft of issues that needed to be solved sooner rather than later. From the big business side of things to the shrinking number of amateur players running out onto fields across the country every Saturday, most agree the current ecosystem needs a shake-up to remain sustainable.

Here’s where Rugby Unwrapped comes in. The three-part special hosted by the one and only Scotty Stevenson doesn’t serve up all the answers on a plate, but it does offer a rare insight into the types of conversations about the game’s future that have until now only taken place behind closed doors.

In this first episode, Scotty gathers four rugby stakeholders to dissect the way rugby is currently run in New Zealand. All Blacks halfback TJ Perenara you will recognise; New Zealand Rugby Players’ Association CEO Rob Nichol, NZ Rugby’s head of professional rugby Chris Lendrum and player agent Simon Porter of Halo Sport you might not. Together, their broad knowledge of the way in which NZ Rugby operates both as a business and governing body is unparalleled. 

Their frank discussion gives us the full picture of the current rugby landscape in New Zealand, and attempts to pinpoint where the weak links lie. How many of modern rugby’s problems could be solved by a return to the good old days, where club rugby games were moved forward so everybody could watch the All Blacks play in the afternoon? Or do we need to look forward in search of new models – and if so, what kind of sacrifices will these require?

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JOCK EDWARDS ON THE COVER OF THE 1976 ALMANACK – HE’S AT LEFT, WITH SYED KIRMANI AND DERMOT PAYTON; AND GRANT ROBERTSON AT THE BASIN RESERVE IN 2016 (PHOTOS: SHELL CRICKET ALMANACK OF NEW ZEALAND 1976, EDITED BY ARTHUR H CARMAN, PUBLISHED BY SPORTING PUBLICATIONS; THE SPINOFF)
JOCK EDWARDS ON THE COVER OF THE 1976 ALMANACK – HE’S AT LEFT, WITH SYED KIRMANI AND DERMOT PAYTON; AND GRANT ROBERTSON AT THE BASIN RESERVE IN 2016 (PHOTOS: SHELL CRICKET ALMANACK OF NEW ZEALAND 1976, EDITED BY ARTHUR H CARMAN, PUBLISHED BY SPORTING PUBLICATIONS; THE SPINOFF)

SportsApril 12, 2020

Rest easy, Jock: Grant Robertson on the passing of a childhood hero

JOCK EDWARDS ON THE COVER OF THE 1976 ALMANACK – HE’S AT LEFT, WITH SYED KIRMANI AND DERMOT PAYTON; AND GRANT ROBERTSON AT THE BASIN RESERVE IN 2016 (PHOTOS: SHELL CRICKET ALMANACK OF NEW ZEALAND 1976, EDITED BY ARTHUR H CARMAN, PUBLISHED BY SPORTING PUBLICATIONS; THE SPINOFF)
JOCK EDWARDS ON THE COVER OF THE 1976 ALMANACK – HE’S AT LEFT, WITH SYED KIRMANI AND DERMOT PAYTON; AND GRANT ROBERTSON AT THE BASIN RESERVE IN 2016 (PHOTOS: SHELL CRICKET ALMANACK OF NEW ZEALAND 1976, EDITED BY ARTHUR H CARMAN, PUBLISHED BY SPORTING PUBLICATIONS; THE SPINOFF)

As a boy, finance minister and cricket tragic Grant Robertson was given the nickname Jock, in honour of the big-hitting batsman Jock Edwards, by his older brothers. It was a name he carried with pride. 

It must have been the summer of 1980/81. We were on a family camping holiday in Te Anau. It was awful. It rained most of the time. My father, not the most outdoorsy of men, was ill-prepared. He had recently come off his 50cc scooter that he rode to work. His back ached. He was scratchy enough in the sunshine, let alone in an unforeseen summer storm.

Our magnificent green-and-orange-striped family tent leaked like a sieve. We were ordered “not to touch the sides!”. Dad got up in the middle of the night in his undies to dig a trench. It filled up with rain. And leaked inside the tent. “I told you boys not to touch the sides!”

My two older brothers and I stole the moments between showers to play out a timeless test. The best cricketers of a generation were locked in tense battle. The thwack of tennis ball on blue plastic bat echoed around the camping ground. We all had our favourites to take on as our own. For me, that summer, there was only one choice. I had begun what would become a lifetime battle with weight. I was moving from solid to chunky on a route to podgy. I also fancied myself as a hard-hitting opener. 

My brothers were quick to call me Jock in honour of Jock Edwards. Being an insufferable cricket tragic even then, I knew that his real name was Graham Neil Edwards. I followed every level of cricket and knew of his extraordinary performances for Nelson in a golden era of Hawke Cup cricket. He was in special form for Central Districts and had made his way back into the test team. Short, stocky, he had lurked around the New Zealand squad for a while. I remember him in England in the late 70s, but it was his comeback that made him my idol. The series against India saw him in his element – 50-over cricket. If Jock were playing today he would have dominated in Twenty20. See ball, hit ball. Running between wickets is for the weak. And the fit. 

And so, for that summer, I was Jock. It was fleeting idolatry. Jock drifted out of the team as they could not slot him in when there was a better wicket-keeping option, like the young, blond and lithe Ian Smith. (Look at the photos. He only found his inner Jock much later in life.) And I soon found new heroes.

But Jock stuck as my nickname from my brothers. It was my first nickname. In later life I was Robbie or Rob to my friends, but I liked Jock. I think that’s because it came from the two people I looked up to, who I wanted to emulate, or even get the better of. When you are nine years old and the youngest of three boys, that’s your world. 

Of course we got older, and the name Jock didn’t get used so often. And we did more of our own thing when it came to holidays – though we managed another disastrous camping trip before the tent was retired to the shed. 

At this crazy time, the passing of Jock Edwards draws up more emotion for me than I expected. My brothers are far away in a land that is struggling more than most with this insidious virus. The distance seems beyond the miles. 

For Jock’s family, we give our aroha in such a difficult time, mourning the loss of their husband, father and friend. 

And fleeting though his place in New Zealand cricket history might have been, for a time I was him, and I carried his name with pride. Rest easy Jock. 

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